The turtles were all in difficult situations. Hidden away in April's farm house, Splinter's leg was broken, Leo was fighting Shredders mind control, and the other three had their own issues. It was nice to relax for a bit. The group sat by a crackling fire, the embers and sparks dimly lighting up their faces. Donnie smiled gently, content with being in the moment. His mask was loosely hung from his neck. It was clear that he was comfortable in the moment, despite all the hurt.